LOOP

What is in the devil’s den
Well the answer to this question will never end
Looking up to the memories as time passes by
Yet numbing your eyes makes you shy

I am lonely, I’m not okay
Why does it still diverts your path away?
There’s so much of light
But I’m fucked up and put up a fight

Darkness carries me, which makes me feel I’m okay
There goes the holy monk teaching the path of light
Yet I fail to choose what’s right
Is it what it feels to be in the devil’s den?

Looking up to the millions of stars
Still I’m lost as I have too many scars
Each of them tells a story
But there’s no one to hear them as I’m sorry

Why is that we have so many rules?
Still I choose to be a bird but many would call me a fool
I would fly around and touch the sky in search of silence
Yet the rules would imply and ask me where’s my license

Sitting in silent night made me realize
That I’m fucked up, fucked up on my own
Letting the wind wrap me up
I write down as I hold my coffee cup..